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Currently: waiting for the water to boil so I can cook down some mung beans. Mung bean soup works great as a pimple reducer. Sounds grosser than it is, but can actually be quite tasty with some sugar.

I bought a basil plant. I love basil in the summertime. It just smells like summer. However, I'm running out of things to make with it. And knowing me, the plant will probably die soon, before I can use up all the leaves. I looked up recipes that call for basil, most of the results lead to some sort of basil/pesto sauce, which I also love. But alas, I do not have a blender. I don't really have much use for a blender other than to make pesto sauces, so it doesn't seem to be worth it. Also, it would be a whole other gadget taking up space in my little kitchen. If anyone has any easy recipes that call for basil without putting it in the blender, please send it my way.

Target is a dangerous place to go sometimes. Reaaally dangerous. They know it too. And now they're starting to have fresh produce. Which seems really weird. But it actually didn't look too bad.

I spent most of Sunday cleaning the house. In between that I had brunch at my favorite bakery, a stroll around my neighborhood's 100th birthday party, and watched the lakers game. But for the most part I cleaned. I vacuumed, dusted, mopped, moved furniture around, and sprayed bug spray around cracks and corners. So far, I have no new bites. But it's only day one. We'll see who wins this battle.

Also, while strolling around the birthday festivities, I decided to get an ice cream cone, which I haven't done in several years. I'm not a big fan of cones, so I always get my frozen treats in cups when I can. But this time around, I didn't even think to ask them to put it in a cup and the exchange happened so quickly that suddenly there was an ice cream cone shoved in my hand. It was a hot day and the ice cream was melting fast, so I started...well I started the effort to contain the melting mess, if you will. And suddenly I felt very self conscious having my delicious treat out in public. But then that guilt quickly turned into anger. Angry that the media has turned something so innocent and delicious into a sexual innuendo. That forever in my mind, the image of young girls with pigtails having an ice cream cone in the park will be followed by a pair of eyes across the street, belonging to a man. It's awful I know. I wish I hadn't watched Little Children when it came out. Great movie, just very disturbing.

In any case, all that anger just made me eat my cone quicker, and by the end of it all, I couldn't tell if I felt very sick to my stomach, or very happy from good ice cream. I think a combination of both.

I started re-reading Ender's Game. I found it odd that I have copies of the following 2 sequels but not the original, so this time I actually went to the bookstore to pick up my own copy, because it's the kind of book that everyone should own, and also because I wanted something small enough that would fit in my purses. Didn't want to ruin any library copies, since I tend to stuff my stuff. It's one of those books you get something different out of, every time you read it. Highly recommended.

What books are y'all reading this summer?